peered over the big guy’s shoulder. “Torquin, are you texting while driving?”
“Jack mother not spy,” he replied, putting down his phone.
“You could kill us!” Aly said.
“Wait,” I said. “Your thumb is the size of a loaf of bread. How can you hit the letters?”
“Make mistakes,” Torquin grunted. “But this is emergency. You will thank me.”
He yanked the steering wheel to the right, to get into the exit lane.
“No,” Cass said, “I won’t.”
* * *
The afternoon sun was setting on the Valley of Kings, about a quarter mile ahead. Even at this distance we could see tourists flocking to buses. The pyramids cast long shadows toward the Sphinx, who sat there, staring back. She looked pretty bored about the whole thing.
I wished I had her calmness.
Our turnoff—the dirt road to Massa headquarters—was in sight about a hundred yards away. Torquin turned sharply onto a rubbly path. The car jounced at every pothole, and I had to put my arms over my head to cushion the blows against the roof. He slammed on the brakes, and we stopped in a cloud of desert dust.
As we stepped out, three Jeeps appeared on the horizon, speeding toward our location. Torquin’s cell phone began beeping.
“Wait—is this the reason we’re going to thank you?” Aly asked. “You called for backup?”
“I thought we were going to surprise the Massa,” Cass said.
“Dimitrios smart and strong,” Torquin said, popping open the trunk. “Must be smarter and stronger.”
Aly reached in to hand us each a small backpack with supplies—flashlights, flares, and some stun darts. I slipped mine on quickly.
Before us was a small metal shack with a badly dented side. The entrance to the Massa headquarters looked like a supply shed, but it led downward into a buried pyramid untouched by archaeologists. Deep under the parched ground was a vast network of modern training rooms, laboratories, living areas, offices, and a vast control center, all interconnected. Some of the tunnels and rooms had been built during ancient times to honor the ka, the spirit of the dead pharaoh. To make that spirit feel coddled and comfy when he visited the world of the living.
The only spirit down there now was pure Massa evil.
“Moving now,” Aly said. She darted ahead of us and reached for the door handle.
With a swift yank, she pulled it open.
“What the—?” Cass said.
“No lock?” I said, staring into the blackness beyond the door. “Weird.”
Aly and I peered through the doorway and down concrete steps. It seemed overheated. I remembered this place being cold. At the bottom, a single lightbulb hung from a wire.
“It’s so quiet,” Cass said.
“What now?” Aly asked.
A soft, plaintive screech wafted upward. A pair of eyes moved erratically toward us out of the blackness.
“Duck!” I said.
We fell to the dirt as a bat flew over our heads, chittering. Torquin thrust his arm upward, snatching the furry creature in midair. It struggled and squeaked, trapped in his giant man-paw. “Not duck,” he said. “But very nice breaded and fried, with mango salsa.”
Aly’s face was white with horror. “That is so unbelievably disgusting.”
Torquin scowled, reluctantly releasing the critter. “Actually, is pretty … gusting.”
The Jeeps had stopped now. Men and women in everyday clothes were filing out, spreading around, surrounding the area. They carried briefcases, heavy packs, long cases. They nodded imperceptibly toward us, their eyes on Torquin for instruction.
“These are all KI?” Aly said.
“New team,” Torquin said. “Brought over after you escaped.”
“They’re armed!” Cass said. “Isn’t this overkill?”
Torquin nodded, his brows knit tightly. “Not for Massa.”
He had a point. Keeping low, I walked to the entrance and dropped to my stomach. Slowly I thrust my head out over the stairway. A sickly-sweet smell wafted up from below: mildew and rotted wood … and something else.
Something like burning plastic.
I pulled the flashlight from my pack and shone it downward. The stairs were littered with broken glass, wires, empty cans, and torn scraps of paper. “Something happened here,” I said.
“Need backup?” Torquin lifted his fingers to his lips in preparation for a whistle signal.
“No,” I said. “The Massa have surveillance. They’ve got to be seeing the Jeeps right now. If we go in together, with all the KI personnel, they’re likely to react with force. That could end badly.”
“So … you want just us to go down there?” Cass said.
“I’ll do it alone if I have to,” I said. “I need to see if my mom is really alive. If she’s down there, she won’t let anything bad happen.”
Cass thought for a moment, then nodded. “Dootsrednu,” he said softly. “I’m with you, Faisal.”
“Me, too,” Aly said.
“Mm,” Torquin agreed.
“Not you, Torquin.” I said. No way could we risk scaring the Massa with him. “No offense. We need you out here. To … be commander of the KI team.”
I began descending the stairs, swinging the flashlight around, trying to remember the layout. I could hear Aly’s footsteps behind me. Cass’s, too. “Commander?” Aly whispered.
“Had to make him feel important,” I said.
“Ah … choo!” Cass sneezed.
“Shhhh!” Aly and I said at the same time.
At the bottom was a hallway that sloped downward, feeding into rooms with different functions. As we tiptoed, I flashed the light left and right. The floors were littered with debris. The overhead lights were out. So were the security lights.
I peeked through the first door, a storage area. Metal file cabinets had been pulled open. Some of the drawers were strewn on the floor. A round, old-timey wall clock lay broken among them, fixed at 3:11. Wrappers, newspapers, and assorted garbage had been hastily dropped in piles.
“What the—?” Aly said.
Cass stepped into the room across the hall. He stooped down and
